Eighteen weeks

This last week I appear to have bumped out a bit. A middle-aged man at the library pointed at my stomach and asked, "So when are you due?" I thought that was kind of a brave guess on his part. I could easily have burst into tears and shouted "I'm just bloated, okay????" And then torn off his face and eaten it. You just never know. He also remarked that he hadn't seen me at the library in awhile. Since, you know, I must have been gone somewhere, getting knocked up.


My July 4th weekend was a nice one. We spent part of the time up in L****, watching fireworks and taking Official Family Photos. I also got to have lunch with Desmama and get my hairs cut and colored so I wouldn't have two-inch dusty-bat-poop roots in the OFP.

The highlight for me, though, of the Logan leg was giving my nephew the knitted snake he commissioned from me last month. I dutifully found a pattern, a perfect skein of yarn (Paton's Classic Wool in "Forest") and got started during the Bear Lake trip. When it was finished I stuffed it with dry beans, which gave the snake some heft and body and slither. He turned out pretty cute, no?



I gave him to C while we were all gathered together to watch the fireworks. (I sensibly waited until after the kids were done throwing all those throw-down-popper firework thingies, so as not to compete.) So I gave it to him and was fully prepared for him to admire it a bit and then put it away so he could get back to running around. But I don't think it ever left his hands again for the rest of the night--he really seemed to like it a lot.



Then he wanted to know if I could make him a jaguar. I'm going to go ahead and say no to that.

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